Lena's POV

God, if Thanksgiving was playing with fire, Christmas was straight out of hell, I thought we would learn our lesson, like be smarter or sneakier. But we didn't.

The second I saw Peter pull up to my parent's house in his truck, that familiar aching, I realised my body missed him. He stepped out in a blue sweater that hugged his chest. The jeans didn't help in hiding how hard he already was for this game. He shot me that smirk through the window. Such a pervert. I was done for.

The house was even busier than the last time. The snowstorm didn't help. It kept everyone inside, cousins snuggled closely on the couches, kids eating sugar cookies in the corner, the tree blinking. Yay, it was Christmas.

We exchanged gifts, played cards, and of course I won. I had to do everything to impress him. I spent the whole evening hyper-aware of him: The way he laughed, cutting through the noise, stealing, glancing at me like a prey. By dinner, I was expecting my red velvet dress feeling too tight, too hot.

Again, we ended up next to each on the couch after dinner, Uncle Fred left his blanket, bless him. We used it to cover over laps while everyone watched some cheesy holiday movie. All I could think of was Peter next to me. The room was dim, fire crackling, and Aunt Nancy was dozing off at the opposite couch.

Peter's hand found my thigh under the blanket, casual at first, like he was just resting it there. But then his fingers started moving up, and I could feel the roughness against my skin. I had skipped panties altogether this time, figuring why bother? Stupid? Absolutely. Thrilling? Fuck yes.

“You're driving me crazy,” I whispered, reaching for popcorn while I shifted closer.

He chuckled low, breath hot on my ear. “I know you love it. Spread your legs a little.”

I did, my heart beating fast. His fingers slid higher, parting my pussy lips, dipping in slow and teasing. I bit my lip, my eyes fixed on the screen like my life depended on it.

My little cousin was sitting on the floor in front of us, laughing at what the actors in the movie were saying. Mom was two seats away, sipping wine. Wild right?

Peter came closer again, voice low. “So wet already. You've been thinking about my cock all day, haven’t you? Imagine me bending you over right here?”

“I hissed, “Shut up,” but my hips betrayed me, whining against his hand. He slid in another finger, going deeper, his thumb rubbing my clit. The blanket hid everything, but every shift made it rustle. Enough to make me feel paranoid.

I came fast, too fast, holding down his fingers while I blocked a whimper with my fist. I pretended it was a cough because my Dad looked over. Peter just grinned, withdrawing his hand and sucking his fingers clean just like he did at Thanksgiving. Bastard, was he this obsessed with my pussy juice?

If I am being honest, that wasn’t enough for me. Or him.

Later, after most people have fallen asleep, kids in sleeping bags, uncles snoring. Peter texted me from across the room. Guest room. Now.

I went upstairs, my heart beating. The guestroom was at the end of the hall, I opened the door, creaky as hell. I barely closed it when he grabbed me, backing me against the wall, his mouth took mine. His hands were everywhere on my body, pulling up my dress, rubbing my ass, grinding his hard cock against me through his jeans.

“Fuck bitch, missed this creamy pussy,” He moaned, biting softly at my neck hard enough to leave marks I would have to hide tomorrow. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

“Like hell I want to. Do it,”I gasped, fumbling with his belt. “But stay quiet, everyone's right down the hall.”

He turned me around, pressing my cheek to the cool wallpaper, rubbed my pussy one last time and shoved into me from behind in one rough stroke. I cried out. Too loud and he shut me with a hand over my mouth, the other holding my hip in place.

“Shh, baby,” he said, thrusting deep and fasting. “You want to wake the other? Want the whole family knowing how much you love your cousin’s cock fucking you senseless?”

The words sent fire through me. I moaned against his palm, pushing back to meet every move. We didn't use the bed, it was too risky, it creaked from any movement. So we stayed against the wall, his body pinning me, my nails scratching the paint, sweat rolling down our skin. The room smelled like sex.

His hand found my breasts, pinching my nipple through the dress, then sliding down to rub my clit fast and filthy. “Damn…you're creamy, come for me baby,” he demanded, voice breaking with pleasure. “Squeeze that tight little cunt around me. Imagine Aunt Nancy walking in right now seeing you like this, my cock inside you.”

The thought of that, the risk, the filth of it drove me nuts. I came violently, legs shaking, body convulsing, muffled screams against his hand. He followed seconds later, fucking deep and spilling his seeds inside me with a groan, hips jerking wildly.

We were both panting, foreheads pressed together, when it happened.

I heard footsteps in the hall. It was getting closer.

“Shit,” I whispered, eyes wide. Peter froze, still buried inside me.

The doorknob shook.

“Hey, is someone there?” It was my brother, he sounded sleepy and annoyed. “I need the extra blankets. Mom said they’re in the closet.”

Peter and I started panicking. He pulled out fast, cum dripping down my thighs. I pulled my dress down, he zipped up, both of us tidying up. Fuck. The room reeked of sex, my hair was a mess, my lips were swollen.

“Uh, yeah it's me,” I called, voice loud. “Just... changing. Gimme uhh a sec.”

Silence. Then. “Okay, hurry up. It’s fucking cold down there.”

Peter hid against the wall behind the door, it won't be noticed if it opened. I picked up a random sweater from the bed, acted like I just “finished changing,” and opened the door just enough to give him the blankets from the closet. My brother took them, yawning, not even looking twice. “Thanks Lena Night.”

The door clicked shut. I fell against it, my legs shaking. Peter stepped out, pulling me into his arms, both of us laughing silently.

“That was too close,” I said grinning. He kissed me slowly, tongue teasing. “Worth it. Easter?”

I hit his shoulder playfully. “You’re insane.”

But as I slipped back downstairs, thighs sticky and heart pounding, I knew I’d be there. Counting the days.

Some risks aren’t just addictive. They’re everything. And this one? It’s rewriting me, one forbidden fuck at a time.

Mira slammed the apartment door behind her in frustration, groceries falling from her hands, she bought them with the last of Josh's savings. At 23, a fresh graduate from college, she was thinking life with Josh, her boyfriend, was going to be a world where her dreams could be easily achieved. Instead, they survived on side gigs and his savings.

The place she called home was more like a cage, the air in the room was suffocating and smelt of stale coffee. Empty beer bottles littered the coffee table, dirty clothes in need of urgent laundry piled up beside the bed, torn papers on the floor…Job application they had written, she just wanted to be free from this cage and get a better life.

Josh was using his laptop at the kitchen table, eyes fixed on the screen, surfing through the net searching through endless job listings for any openings. No one seemed to need workers anymore.

Mira walked up to him. Heart melting, she leaned in, planted a kiss on his forehead. "Baby. Has heaven decided to smile on us today?”

With frustration written over his face, he replied. "Still the same story. How about you? Any luck?"

Mira forced a smile. "All the places I have applied to tell me I am not experienced. I mean, what do they want, a PhD. in coffee-making?”

"Babe, how about you call your dad?" His voice carried hope, but the suggestion was a slap on her face.

"Seriously, Josh? Are you really asking me that?" Anger filled her. Her father had warned her about moving in with Josh, saying it was a decision she will regret. Blinded by love back then, she didn't obey him. Now, pride kept her from going back, even at her worst.

"I'm sorry, Mira, but what other options are available?" Josh looked away in shame, the thought of selling his car to cover next week's rent filled his head. "Did Mr. Robert get back to you?"

Mira rolled her eyes, packing her blonde hair into a messy bun. "Not yet. I'm still waiting for his call. He spoke of a temp position, with no other option I accepted. But what I really want is something permanent, baby." Hope filled her voice. That's all she could hold unto.

Mr Robert is her best friend's Dad, recommending her was the only help she could offer, so she said. Mira was grateful anyways.

Tears welled up, spilling down her cheeks, She was ready to do whatever it took to save them from this cage of an apartment.

Josh wrapped her into his arms, comforting her . "Everything will be fine baby, I promise."

Mira held onto him, like an anchor. "Josh, I don’t want empty promises, I can't keep up with this anymore.”

"Shhh… don't say that, I do understand, baby." He wrapped her tighter, backing her against the kitchen counter. His hands slowly rubbed her back, as he kissed on her forehead. She was the only thing that mattered to him right now, and he was doing all he could to see her live comfortably.

He held her chin and lifted her face, kissing her deeply, it was the world against them. Mira melted into it, returning the hunger. His hands were all over her chest, he grabbed her soft boobs through her shirt, squeezing gently as his mouth trailed hot kisses down her neck. With a pull, he freed her boobs from the shirt, his tongue circling a nipple, she let out a soft moan, wanting more.

Mira started getting wet between her thighs, getting sensitive with need. She held him closer. Lifted one leg and wrapped it round his waist, slowly grinding against him, he was hard. Josh groaned, his hands went to her butt, massaging them, damnn…it was soft, inviting.

Just then, her phone ruined the moment as it rang.

Mira pushed him aside, heart pounding, she was horny. She couldn't risk missing a call. Not now. She grabbed the phone, and picked the call.

“This is a reminder for Miss Mira. Your interview starts at 3."

"Sorry, what?" She was confused.

"You applied to be Mr. Grey's secretary. Didn't you get the email?"

"Oh... umm, yeah. I'll be there."

The line went dead. Mira looked at the clock, 2:48. "Fuck!" She panicked

"Relax, baby. Think it through," Josh tried calming her.

“Josh I can't relax dying minute, if I miss this we're fucked" She buttoned up quickly, and arranged her skirt, there was no time to change.

Josh tossed her his car key. “Use my car Baby. Go get 'em."

She ran out the door, tires screeching as she drove from the driveway. Fear of losing an opportunity coupled with the wetness between her thighs, reasons enough for her reckless speed. Eight minutes to arrive at the office, her mind racing with desperation and unmet lust.

Mr Robert, head of HR had just ended a call with his wife, who has been away on a work trip for four months, leaving him sex starved and yearning for a pussy. His daughter's friend was coming in for an interview at 3. Earlier on, his daughter requested for a favour, pleading he finds a position for her best friend, who was very desperate for a job. He agreed on the condition that she passes through him.

His office door opened, and like an answered prayer, a sexy figure walked in, hips swaying seductively, as if dancing to some invisible music.

He swore she was putting on nothing under that tight leather skirt she wore, her boobs were big, bouncing with each step she took, her nipples visible beneath the shirt. He was hooked. So Kita had such a beautiful friend, how come she never visited them.

“Urm... excuse me," Mira said for the third time, her voice pulling him from his trance. She noticed he was staring at her intensely and lustfully, that turned her on more. “My appointment for three.” So this was Kira's Dad, her first time meeting him. He didn’t look bad at all. Let's see how faithful he is to his wife, she smacked her tongue.

"That's you? do seat down," he replied, pointing at the couch. His eyes followed her, her butt cheeks slamming against each other as she moved and sat.

"Yes I am Mira, I've heard a lot about you from Kira. Thank you for inviting me over for this interview.” She said, crossing her legs. The skirt rode up, exposing smooth, sexy thighs.

Mr. Robert swallowed hard, taking in the view before him: so much skin, her legs slightly opened, she wore nothing underneath. At 23, she was a sexy feast for his early-forties eyes, fresh and tempting, he couldn't resist.

“It's my pleasure. It says here, you want to be temp staff.”

Mira had been secretly enjoying his gaze over her, whatever she was doing was working. "The thing is... I don't want to be temp. I would like to be permanent. I've got bills to pay." She replied, folding her arms, parting her legs wider in silent invitation, her expression welcoming, hungry.

Mr. Robert nodded, immediately catching the game. Staying months without sex had left him craving; the perfect prey had walked, sitting right at his front. "I have the power to make you Mr. Grey's permanent secretary." His eyes went to her exposed thighs, biting his lip as he eyed her boobs, struggling to be freed from her shirt.

He stood up, and moved behind her, hands resting on her shoulders. Slowly massaging her. "What do you say, Mira?" His voice became soft, sexy, her name rolling off his tongue intimately.

The way he said it was commanding, sensual. Making her crave more. She relaxed into his touch, ready to seal the deal with her body, trading desperation for dominance and a future worth fucking for.